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Adam tripped over a curb in the dark, rubbing his aching hand. He didn't know where he was going. But as he covered step after step of pavement (one leg still aching), he realized he desperately needed something natural, something alive. And then he saw it, the tiniest square of grassy lawn still hanging on against the advance of winter, with a leafless tree in the center. It would have to do.
The yard was fenced, but he scaled it easily now that he had a destination in mind. Sitting beneath the tree on the cold ground, he looked up at the house. Two stories, dark inside, with its exterior pale against the night sky, it seemed its occupants were tucked in for the night.
Good. Someone in this awful world should be able to sleep.
Would Danny hurt Iris?
Once when they were little—they
